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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-10 01:35 pm UTC (link)

When Ayla teased him about the go-cart model falling off of the edge of the table and tumbling apart, John laughed deeply…it felt good to ribbed by her. He winked at her and promised, “I’m the best driver on land, sea and air, Beautiful!”, he replaced all the shaker tops, “Besides, you’re in no danger…Angels can fly!”.

As they walked out through the building, John’s chest was puffed out just a bit further than usual as he felt her delicate, long-fingered hand holding his…food in one hand, a knockout, sexy girl in the other…oh yeah…Crichton ruled!

John? Why do you call me Princess? My name is Ayla.

He looked at her and smiled. “You are my Princess, Ayla. You rule my heart”. He saw that the word didn’t strike a note with her…ahhh, she didn’t know the word at all. He squeezed her hand and gave her another smile. “Well, a Princess is the daughter of a King and Queen…and a King and Queen are the rulers or chiefs…leaders…of many many people. They are very important and very powerful…”, he started swinging her arm a little, “…Princesses, their daughters, are always beautiful and graceful and sweet and loved by everyone…so, I call you Princess because I like you. It’s called a nickname or endearment. Is that okay?”

When they arrived at the garage, John handed Ayla the picnic basket and went inside to choose a go-cart. He selected a bright red one, opened the doors and hopped in…motoring out next to Ayla.

“You are going to love this!”, he promised excitedly, as he jumped out and relieved her of the basket, which he secured tightly in the small compartment in the back. “My lady…”, he offered his hand to help her into the passenger seat…

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_ayla_
2008-09-11 10:52 am UTC (link)

Ayla was continually confused by his use of nicknames, and the reference to angels. She didn't know what an angel was, much less why it was important that they could fly. But she didn't ask. She figured the more she observed, the more she would understand. And she was a quick learner, she'd had to be in the Clan or risk angering people.

She was glad that she could actually look up to him as they walked. It seemed even in this land, though the men were much taller than they were in the Clan, she still came about even with them or ended up being taller. Not so with John. He was taller than she was, and it made her enormously happy. She didn't feel quite as big and ugly when he was walking next to her.

She looked up to him when he began to explain the nickname he'd given her. She nodded as she began to understand the meaning of the word. The Clan leader, Brun, might have been like a King, then. And his wife, a queen. That would have made Broud a princess. But that didn't seem right. "What is the masculine word for Princess, John?" She raised her gaze to his again and smiled. "Yes, you may call me princess if you like. Would you like me to call you something other than John?"

She took the basket and waited patiently for the car to be motored out of the garage. The door went back down and he left the car idling as he jumped out to take the picnic basket from her and put it in a small compartment in the back of the cart. She took his hand and climbed into the passenger side of the cart and settled in. There were straps and a contraption she wasn't familiar with. But then, the whole thing was unfamiliar to her.

She looked over at John when he climbed in next to her and smiled. She was excited to find out what it was like to ride in the go-cart. It rumbled like Baby did when he was happy, and if it went as fast or faster than Baby, she knew the ride would be exhilerating. "I'm ready!" She clasped her hands on her knees and waited for the car to begin moving.

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